So turns out this bit of travelling didn’t turn out as planned...........
I booked a 1 week holiday to Malia with 4 friends and the full expectations of it being a massively crazy, party holiday. And it lived up to its expectations.
The flight was entertaining, at the airport we met a group of men on a stag-do which lead to a banter filled four hours of older men telling us their disgraceful yet entertaining stories about their wife’s, girlfriends or single life.
We arrived at Crete airport and waited for our luggage whilst the stag-do laid on the conveyer belt and went round and round. After a short trip on a coach we arrived at our hotel.
I instantly loved our room, it was breezy, right next to the pool, had a beautiful view and a gorgeous balcony. Since it was 6am we went straight to sleep. Waking up fairly early to enjoy the day of sun and the night to follow. Our first day around the pool we met a lovely irish group who later that night showed us the ropes around Malia and were to go. A few fish bowls, shots, vodkas later we went home getting a souvlaki which is a traditional Greek takeaway for the walk home.
The second day and night followed in the same routine, we sunbathed, went out for a nice meal and made the most of the nightlife Malia had to offer.
The third day went again very similar but the night time was a different story. It was the kick off for the first England game and we all dressed up in theme with the event. It was a fantastic night, we danced, laughed and met many people including a large group of my friends who so happend to be out in Malia at the same time. But then it all went wrong.........
We ended the night again by getting some souvlaki but this time insted of walking home we introduced ourselves to some boys who were driving quads and we all decided to get a lift back to our hotel. We all set off one after the other, me at the back. The girls got back first and as they stopped at the hotel they heard a ‘bang’, out of curiosity one of the girls drove back to see what it was. She arrived to find me on the floor, the quad crashed into the wall and the guy laid next to me. In a state of panic she went back to the hotel and got the girls.
The girls arrived, the scene was fairly gruesome, i had cracked my skull open and blood was pouring out the wound. Charlotte had covered me up and was talking to me to try and keep me awake and also to try and stop the bleeding. There was a restaurant right across from were i crashed and the owner must have heard the kafuffle and called the ambulance and police. He started shouting at my friends and the boys being abusive about the fact we are English. The ambulance turned up, they wouldn’t touch me until they knew what happened and some medical history about me. After about ten minuets my friend managed to convince them to take me hospital. It was a 40 minuet drive away. 
By the time i got into hospital i didn’t know were i was or who i was. I was kicking and screaming so much they had to sedate me and strap me to the bed. The surgeons (whom i am forever greatful to) saved my life. I had nine surgeons and 7 hours of surgery. By this point my mother had found out about the accident and thankfully she was fluent in greek and on the phone to surgeons requesting all the top doctors and plastic surgeons. If it wasn’t for plastic surgery i would have a completely butchered face today. The extent of my injuries resulted in my entire nose and bony parts inside being reconstructed from artificial bone and titanium rods, my skull was put back together using titanium and screws and bone realignment. After this mass amount of surgery i was put into a coma for some days.
When i cam about i still had no clue what had happened. I remained in hospital for another month. The care i receive was fantastic, the nurse (which we paid for) was a complete angel. She even washed me and painted my nails as i couldn’t move because i had fractured collar bones and ribs. I also managed to knock my bottom teeth out (which i later got repaired in England) and break my hand. I gradually got better with my mother by my side and was discharged at the start of July and was allowed to fly home on the 16th.
In the two weeks i had to spend in Greece i stayed in Crete for a week with my family who came out and then went to main land Greece to our holiday home. Crete i have to say is beautiful. The sea was very nice, a bit rocky but very nice. There are manmade beaches which are flawless. The restaurants were lovely although due to my accident i can no longer taste or smell any thing at all but the food was still freshly prepared and the service received was excellent.
I would visit Crete again, but maybe these times not go for the partying but for the history it holds instead. You may not know but Crete is home to the minotaur and many other ancient Greek myths.
Just to let you know I’m fit and well now, I’m back at university and living my life as normal. I have to say i miss my sense of taste and smell but that’s a small price to pay for such a lucky escape from a serious accident.
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